Tote Bags and Toe Tags (Haley Randolph Series #5)

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Just because Haley lacks the right qualifications for her new position as corporate events coordinator doesn't mean she murdered her company's chief of security. Nothing about her fashion sense screams deadly killer, but she'll need to shop around on her own for some guilt-proof clues to prove the police are looking in the wrong bag. Especially since some of the other recent hires at the company also have something to hide. . .

Between her many investigations, the new ...

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Overview

Just because Haley lacks the right qualifications for her new position as corporate events coordinator doesn't mean she murdered her company's chief of security. Nothing about her fashion sense screams deadly killer, but she'll need to shop around on her own for some guilt-proof clues to prove the police are looking in the wrong bag. Especially since some of the other recent hires at the company also have something to hide. . .

Between her many investigations, the new high-pressure job, and her just-moved-in boyfriend, there's almost no time for the most important thing in Haley's life: maxing out her credit card. If she's going to catch a killer, she'll need to be on her toes--heels and all--or she'll be this season's hottest victim. . .

"The well-crafted plot, humor, and designer details will appeal to fans of Laura Levine and MaryJanice Davidson." --Booklist

"Fast and fun... Established fans and newcomers alike will look forward to her next appearance." --Publishers Weekly

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Publishers Weekly
In Howell’s fast and fun fifth mystery featuring feisty 24-year-old Haley Randolph (after 2011’s Clutches and Curses), a misunderstanding lands Haley a well-paying job as an event planner at a prestigious Southern California corporation. Unfortunately, Haley once again becomes a murder suspect after stumbling on the bludgeoned body of the company’s security department head, who was doing a background check on her. In addition to searching for the real killer to clear her name, Haley must locate a missing housekeeper, deal with hot private detective Jack Bishop, and puzzle out her hot-and-cold relationship with boyfriend Ty Cameron—not to mention hunting for the perfect designer handbag. Howell’s complex and compelling heroine is equal parts arrested adolescent, cunning investigator, accomplished liar, good friend, and fabulous dresser. Established fans and newcomers alike will look forward to her next appearance. Agent: Evan Marshall, the Evan Marshall Agency. (June)
Library Journal
In her fifth outing (after Clutches and Curses), wisecracking handbag fashionista Haley once again finds dead bodies at her new place of employment.
Kirkus Reviews
A SoCal hottie can't stay out of trouble between trips to Starbucks. Armed with her new degree from the University of Mixology, Haley Randolph is ready to face her latest quest for the über-exclusive Temptress handbag when she makes the mistake of telling her official boyfriend, Ty Cameron, about her achievement. Actually, it's Haley's BFF Marcie who brags about the UM degree, and it's not Haley's fault that he thinks UM is University of Michigan and that the degree is in business and not in the beverage trade, and it's not really her fault that she sort of ends up using her "Michigan" degree to get a job with contract agency Dempsey Rowland. What does a contract agency do, anyway? No matter what, Haley's sure that she's up to the task until she finds out there are background checks that are likely to uncover her less-than-stellar credentials. In a turn of events both lucky and tragic, chief of security, Violet Hamilton, is killed, which should give Haley time to stay employed just long enough to earn a paycheck…well, and maybe solve her murder, too. Meanwhile, Haley's high-maintenance mother insists that Haley help find her housekeeper Juanita, who had the gall to disappear instead of planning the menu for the latest dinner party. The Valley Girl voice Howell affects for the series (Slay Bells and Satchels, 2011, etc.) is, as she might say, mad old school. A reboot of the basic formula seems urgently needed to increase the lolz.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758253330
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 6/4/2013
  • Series: Haley Randolph Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 4.31 (w) x 6.77 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Meet the Author

Dorothy Howell

Dorothy Howell was inspired to write Handbags and Homicide by her crazed obsession with designer purses. She lives in Southern California, where there is, thankfully, no rehab program for handbag addiction, and is hard at work on her next Haley Randolph mystery.

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Tote Bags and Toe Tags


By DOROTHY HOWELL

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 Dorothy Howell
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-5332-3


Chapter One

A whole new me. That's what I wanted.

Not that there was anything wrong with the old me, really. But there had been some comments. A few whispers. An occasional eyebrow bob in my direction. A couple of—

Well, anyway, a whole new me seemed in order.

After a run of not-so-great luck—long story—I knew I had to turn things around. So I did—big time.

I'd finally figured out—for now, anyway—what to do about the fact that, at age twenty-four, my life was almost gone and I hadn't accomplished much. Jeez, thirty wasn't that far away—and everybody knew it was all downhill after thirty.

So I, Haley Randolph, with my red-carpet-worthy dark hair, my enviable five-foot-nine-inch height, and my even-though-they're-mostly-recessive beauty-queen genes, had taken a giant leap forward in improving my life.

Even without that flash of brilliance, my personal things-were-going-great category looked pretty good, despite that patch of bad luck. I'd scored a huge chunk of change—long story—that kept me from roaming the parking lots at malls, asking total strangers for handouts—not that I would have actually done that, but still.

My best friend Marcie Hanover and I were giving killer purse parties and raking in the bucks. I had a fantastic apartment in Santa Clarita about thirty minutes, give or take, from Los Angeles that I'd fixed up just the way I wanted and absolutely loved.

Of course, my personal things-were-not-going-so-great category was stacked kind of high, too.

I still had my crappy part-time job at the crappy Holt's Department Store, bringing down a crappy seven bucks an hour, and the crappiest part was that the store management actually wanted me to wait on customers. I mean, really, come on. How much could they expect for minimum wage?

I was still slogging my way through college. The fall semester would begin in a few weeks and I'd have to register soon. I saw no need to overwhelm myself with a full load of classes. Or even a couple of classes. The one I'd picked out of the college catalog was plenty.

And, then, of course, there was my official boyfriend, Ty Cameron.

I wasn't sure which category he belonged in.

A few weeks ago, Ty practically put the smack down on me to move in with him. He'd made all sorts of fabulous—and I mean totally fabulous—promises. But, well, let's just say we're still living apart and neither of us has mentioned it since—not even on our flight home from Las Vegas.

I whipped my Honda into a parking lot a block off Figueroa Street in downtown Los Angeles, paid the attendant, and slid into a space near the entrance. The lot was packed, which wasn't unusual, and I was running late, which wasn't unusual either. I was meeting Marcie for lunch. She had a job at one of the banks on Fig, as everybody called it, in the financial district. She wouldn't mind that I was late. That's what good friends we were.

By the time I hoofed it a block to Fig, the office buildings had already let out for lunch. The thing about downtown L.A. is that anything goes, fashion-wise. Some women were decked out in full-on business suits and pumps. Others went for a trendier look. Still others dressed comfortably. Men had it easier, of course. It's hard to go wrong with a suit and tie, sport jacket and crew-neck sweater, or even a tie and shirt with the sleeves rolled back.

Up the block, I spotted Marcie coming out of the bank building where she worked. She looked great in a Donna Karan suit. I had on sandals, a yellow top, and check-out-my-butt white capris.

"I'm starving," Marcie said, as I walked up. "Let's go to—oh my God, what happened?"

After only one quick look at my face, Marcie knew I had major news. See what great friends we were?

Not that I'm a drama queen, or think that I'm all that, but moments such as this required a certain amount of hesitation to allow the suspense to build. But right now, I couldn't hold back.

"I passed!" I screamed.

Marcie grabbed my arm. "You passed? Already?"

"Yes!" I told her, and broke into my own personal X-rated Snoopy dance. A guy in a convertible stopped at the traffic signal honked. I threw one last booty pop his way and he drove off.

"Wow, Haley, you said you were turning your life around, and you really have," Marcie said.

In her official capacity as my best friend, Marcie had been the only person privy to my life-changing declaration of a few weeks ago—plus, I didn't want a lot of people to know if I couldn't pull it off and ended up falling on my face.

"How are you doing on your other changes?" Marcie asked.

Best friends can really be a mood spoiler sometimes.

Okay, the whole-new-me idea wasn't exactly my idea. A few weeks ago, I met a girl who was kind of weird and, honestly, not all that bright. I didn't really like her. She got on my nerves big time.

But she'd yammered on about how easy it was to change your life. She called it the "reverse world." If you didn't like how things were going, just do the opposite. So that's what I'd done.

"Things are going good," I told Marcie. "Really good."

She gave me her I'm-your-best-friend-so-don't-lie-to-me look.

I hate that look.

"I'm working on them," I told her.

In retrospect, maybe I'd overreached on some of the changes in my life. Like not eating chocolate and laying off the mocha frappuccinos—the best drink in the entire world—from Starbucks.

"When was the last time you had a Snickers bar?" Marcie asked.

Jeez, having a best friend this good was kind of getting on my nerves all of a sudden. I hadn't expected her to really hold me accountable for my actions, or anything. So what could I do but change the subject?

"I got a certificate," I said. "Want to see it?"

"Sure."

I dug into my totally fabulous Chanel tote and pulled out the certificate I'd earned after passing my final test. As of this morning, I was a graduate of UM, the University of Mixology—bartending school.

"Look," I said, pointing. "It has a gold seal on it and everything."

Marcie nodded appreciatively. "Cool, Haley. Really cool."

Yeah, okay, I knew bartending school wasn't something I'd ever considered before. But my life wasn't going the way I wanted, so I'd taken this drastic step to change things.

UM seemed like a natural for me. After all, who would make a better bartender than someone like me, who loved to party? I went to all the best clubs. I knew lots of people there, and everyone knew me, of course.

"UM has a job placement service," I said, slipping my certificate back into my tote. "I'll be working in no time."

"Cool!" Marcie threw both arms around me.

"Way cool!" I said, and hugged her back.

"What's so cool?"

A man's voice spoke from beside us. I whirled and saw Ty Cameron, my official boyfriend, standing on the sidewalk. His office was nearby so I figured he was heading out for lunch.

My stomach did its usual flip-flop, just like always when I saw Ty. He was so handsome. Tall, light brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, athletic build. He looked great in his suit.

Ty was the fifth generation of his family to be completely devoted to, out of his mind dedicated to, and unreasonably consumed with running the Holt's Department Stores. Yes, the same chain of stores that paid me a whopping seven bucks an hour—long story. Anyway, Ty wasn't content with the dozens of stores the family owned. He'd recently opened a boutique he'd named Wallace, after some ancient Cameron ancestor, and he'd just concluded negotiations for Holt's International—at least I think it's concluded; I usually drifted off when Ty talked about business.

Ty and I had dated since last fall. We'd had a few rough patches—okay, more than a few. But we were doing great now. Well, good. Kind of good.

Ty thought I should be more understanding about his duties and responsibilities to the Holt's Corporation. I thought he should actually remember our dates, show up on time, and not spend the entire evening texting or phoning somebody because of some problem at Holt's.

Call me crazy.

Anyway, we were trying to work it out, although I didn't think it would kill Ty to put a little more effort into it.

"What is it?" Ty asked, smiling and waiting for an answer. "What's so cool?"

"Haley graduated from UM," Marcie exclaimed.

I'd never gotten around to telling Ty I was going to bartending school—not that he'd have listened anyway.

Ty's expression morphed into disbelief, then to surprise, and, finally, into a smile again.

"You graduated from college? Already?" Ty asked.

Oh, crap. Ty knew I'd been taking classes to earn my bachelor's degree. Now he thought I'd done it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ty asked.

He threw his arms around me and pulled me into a big hug. He's so strong and he always smells great. Ty's way hot.

After a few seconds, I eased back a little. "Well, really, it's not—"

"Get a room, you two," someone said.

I glanced around and saw Sarah Covington walking up to join us.

I hate Sarah Covington.

Sarah was the vice president of marketing for Holt's. She wasn't much older than me and already had her BA and made a ton of money so she could buy fabulous clothes and terrific handbags—which was reason enough to hate her—but she was all over Ty all the time. She was forever calling him about every tiny decision, every problem, every situation that came up. And the worst part was that Ty didn't get it. He thought the world rotated around Sarah Covington.

I snuggled closer to Ty and threw Sarah an I'm-being-a-bitch-by-pretending-to-like-you smile, and said, "Maybe we'll do that."

Ty, of course, missed the whole exchange.

"Great news," he said. "Haley just graduated from UM."

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. "The University of Michigan?"

The University of ... what?

"They have a fabulous online program," she said.

What the heck was she talking about?

"A friend of mine graduated from UM. It's very demanding. Quite an accomplishment," Sarah said. "Congratulations, Haley."

She said it like she really meant it—which just made me hate her even more.

"Was your degree in business?" Sarah asked.

Oh my God. She actually thought I'd graduated from the University of Michigan.

"Of course," Ty said, smiling down at me. "Right, Haley?"

Oh my God. Ty thought so, too.

Jeez, what could I say? I couldn't announce that I'd really graduated from the University of Mixology and that up until a couple of minutes ago I didn't even know Michigan had a university—I'm not even sure where Michigan is. I'd look like a complete idiot—and a total loser. Ty would be embarrassed and that witch Sarah Covington would probably post it on her Facebook page quicker than Macy's took a season-end markdown.

So what could I do but smile up at Ty and say, "Yes, that's right."

Thank goodness Ty didn't mention my graduation again—but it did kind of irk me. I mean, come on, for all he knew, I really had graduated from the University of Michigan's demanding online program. But he did ask me out to dinner a few days later and told me to dress to impress—like I ever dressed any other way—and picked me up early.

"Look at this," he said as he stood in my living room dressed in a gorgeous Perry Ellis suit, crisp white shirt, and azure blue necktie that reminded me of the Caribbean, which I hoped he'd take me to one day but knew he wouldn't unless Holt's had a conference or something there.

Ty pulled out his cell phone, held it up, and made a show of switching it off.

"No calls tonight," he said.

Oh my God. I could hardly believe it. Ty had never switched off his phone before.

"You do the same," Ty said. "I want it to be just you and me tonight."

For a moment, I was too stunned to move—sort of like when you spot the latest Chloe bag in a display case and hadn't thought it would be available for another few days.

Finally, I came to my senses and slipped my cell phone out of my bag—a terrific Gucci clutch—and turned it off. It felt great knowing we were both free from every distraction tonight. Maybe our relationship was taking a giant leap forward.

Ty drove us in his way-hot Porsche to the way-hot Hollywood entertainment district. By day, thousands of tourists flocked to Hollywood and Highland to see the stars on the Walk of Fame, stick their feet into the concrete footprints outside Grauman's Chinese Theatre, snap pics, and point to famous landmarks before hitting the great stores and shops. At night, the mood changed as the crowd shifted a few blocks east to take in a play at the Pantages or squeeze into the trendy bars and restaurants.

"Let's have a drink before dinner," Ty suggested, as he left his Porsche with the valet in front of the totally hip W Hotel.

At the rooftop lounge, we ordered wine and relaxed on white overstuffed couches surrounded by lanterns and candles, potted palms and flowers. Soft music played in the background. Ty asked about my day—which was weird—and didn't tell me about his—which was even weirder. The sun went down and the lights of L.A. spread out around us like gleaming jewels on a Judith Leiber evening bag.

Wow, I didn't know how the evening could get any more perfect.

"Ready for dinner?" Ty asked, as we finished up our third glass of wine.

We held hands as we rode in the elevator. I hadn't been here before but Ty must have been, because the maître d' smiled pleasantly as we walked up.

"Everything is as you requested, Mr. Cameron, in our private dining room," he said.

Ty hooked my arm through his as we walked down the corridor to the dining room. Inside, the lights were low, candles burned, flowers were everywhere. All the tables were already filled and—oh my God, my mom and dad were there. How weird was that? Then I spotted my sister and her boyfriend sitting nearby. Wow, what a coincidence. My gaze jumped from table to table. Ty's mom and dad were here, and so were his grandparents.

I got a weird feeling in my stomach.

At another table sat Marcie and some of our other friends. Then I saw a bunch of my mom and dad's friends, and more of our relatives.

I got a really weird feeling now.

I looked up at Ty. "What the—"

Suddenly the band at the opposite end of the dining room broke into a strange song. No way could you dance to it. It sounded more like a march, maybe, or a—

Oh my God. Oh my God. It was that song that was always played at graduation ceremonies.

Along one wall hung a huge banner that read Congratulations, Haley! Then two waiters wheeled in a giant cake with sparklers burning, decorated with a diploma and graduation cap on it. Everybody seated at the tables broke into applause.

Oh, crap.

Chapter Two

"Why didn't you call me?" I all but screamed at Marcie.

"Shh," she hissed.

We were in the ladies' room where I'd dashed as soon as Ty finished his speech about how proud everybody was of my graduation from UM—and he didn't mean University of Mixology—and the applause had died down. Marcie had followed, as a best friend would.

I glanced around and didn't see any of my friends or family, then said, "I can't believe you didn't warn me."

"I didn't know what was going on until I got here," Marcie told me. "Ty kept it a secret."

"You should have called me as soon as you found out," I insisted.

"I tried—a million times. You didn't pick up," Marcie said.

So that was why Ty wanted us to turn off our phones. Am I an idiot or what? He didn't want the evening to be about just us—he knew Marcie would call me and ruin his surprise party.

"You can't let everyone think you got your BA from Michigan when you really didn't," Marcie said. "You have to tell them the truth."

Marcie was almost always right. But not this time.

"No way. No way," I said. "Ty would look like a complete idiot—and so would everybody else who showed up here tonight. And I would look like the biggest idiot of all."

"What are you going to tell people when they discover the truth?" Marcie asked.

"Nobody is going to find out."

Jeez, I really hope nobody is going to find out.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Tote Bags and Toe Tags by DOROTHY HOWELL Copyright © 2012 by Dorothy Howell. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2012

    THE MANSION ROOF

    Yeah umm......freak is here

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2012

    Recommend

    Haley Randolph is as quirky as ever in this latest in the series. It is a fun read that leaves you wanting more. Dorothy Howell delivers a lighthearted mystery that brings a smile to your face.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2012

    Readers of this series will love the surprise ending! It’s

    Readers of this series will love the surprise ending! It’s been a long time coming (I wont give anything away here) and I suppose it had to end this way, but it was still a little sad for me. All the characters in this series are vivid, lively, and highly entertaining. They’ve got their little quirks (do you love her mom, or what?), but Haley manages to balance them along with her new job, her old job, her search for the most fantastic tote bag imaginable—and solve a clever mystery to boot!

    You’ve GOT to read this terrific series!

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  • Posted May 30, 2012

    ¿An Intriguing Mystery That Will Keep You in Its Clutches¿

    Holt’s employee and collector of handbags; Haley Randolph, decides it is time for a change, but not just a different shade of nail polish or a new hairstyle! No!! She wants a brand-new self! She’ll keep her “Official Boyfriend”, hunky but aloof, and the fifth generation to run the Holt’s Dept. Store chain; Ty Cameron, but no more chocolate or Mocha Frappacchino binges!! Haley begins her transformation by first graduating from U.M. , the “University of Mixology”, a bartending school. When Ty overhears Haley announcing the news to her BFF Marcie Hanover, the graduation spirals out of control as it is believed Haley has received her BA from the University of Michigan online program!! When she doesn’t correct the mistake, Ty relays the good news to detested Holt’s employee, Sarah Covington; who, attempting to keep Ty and Haley apart in the workplace, sets up an interview with the prestigious company; Dempsey-Rowland. Meanwhile, Ty springs a lavish surprise party on Haley and she knows there is no way she can undo the mistaken honor without dying of embarrassment. Haley emails her resume’, and with the mountain of money she’s sure she will make with her new position, continues her quest for the elusive, “Temptress Tote Bag”. Everything (salary, benefits, etc.) sounds too good to be true until she finds out she must undergo a background check in order to obtain her security clearance for the contracting department. OHHH…NOOOO!! Haley panics as she knows the company will discover she has a bartending certificate instead of an “Honest to Goodness “ sheepskin. When she thinks her life couldn’t get any more complicated, Haley makes a startling discovery of her own while attempting to leave an early arrival note for her supervisor; Constance Addison. Violet Hamilton’s bludgeoned body!! Violet was head of security! With Violet’s death comes a delay with the security clearance and a change in Haley’s job placement. She gained the title of Corporate Event Planner! If all of that isn’t enough to make your head spin and reach for a 6-pack of Snicker’s Bars, Haley’s ditzy, post-pageant poised Mother hysterically calls with the news that housekeeper; Juanita, is missing and was kidnapped with a ransom demand! Haley puts on her sleuthing cap (much to Detectives Shuman and Madison’s dismay and curiosity) to not only try to figure out a murder, but also a kidnapping while putting her own spin on event planning in the corporate world. She decides to hang onto her depressing job at Holt's, figuring she’ll need it when (not if) she’s canned from Dempsey-Rowland. Who would have such hatred for “small in stature but large in work ethic” Violet? Her Granddaughter; Dale? New employees with perhaps something to hide; Max Corwin or Tina Sheldon? Jealous Executive Secretary Ruth?? Has Ty decided to be the boyfriend he believes Haley deserves? What about handsomely-hot Jack Bishop? Is Juanita rescued?? Does Haley find the much sought after “Temptress”? Watch out for yellow VW “Bugs”! I was hooked when I read Ms. Howell’s last Haley Adventure, “Clutches and Curses” and am anxiously awaiting the next wild ride!! Or to quote Haley, “And That’s How I Roll!” Don’t miss this one!! Kensington ARC Nancy Narma

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